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Notes from the Mountain (Black) March 22, 2010

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, Poetry.
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OK, that’s the worse title I can imagine, but it’s getting late so I’ll leave it up there. I case you wonder (and you probably don’t, having stumbled in here looking for Grandpa Elliot videos or something), if it seems like I’m not around here that doesn’t mean I’m just off somewhere drinking beer. Or off somewhere just drinking beer. I might be somewhere else, preferably drinking beer while I’m at something like this. You don’t really need to click on it, you know. Just wanted to let you now I hadn’t forgotten about you.

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